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Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 


Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

BLUEPRINT FOR A KINGDOM

You have fixed   all movements   within time 
every trails destination    have you outlined
no creature     can operate           outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos       no man can overrule

You oh Jah are the former of    our clay
little have you asked    but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never            only we can turn away
ever open are your promises   beckoning us to      stay

you have sent your voice       gently into the wind
to inform us all   of the future               YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed          until the end
from your throne itself                did they descend 


Oh governor of Israel   your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth           false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders    all government shall come
peace on earth completed             when your will is done

all the histories show            every        ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred                      greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons              their intentions a crime
full detonation             is only            a matter of time

fomentation of terror     false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens        calumny as news
misleading of the nations    earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice                   do refuse

I can hear the weeping  , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering ,     children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease           wars and fears
past the point of denial ,                    left to us extinction nears

Without Gods intervention      mankind would not survive
those holding the power            don't care if you remain   alive
your slavery is their fuel        so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure    is the focus of their drive

Earths current calamites   occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology          sought for just like gold
every form            of promiscuity       ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred           in  characters taken hold

Everything you plan   to your children       you do inform
the blueprint for the future    your purpose to perform
every framework and design    will earthly place transform
a government that loves         on the verge      of being born

No other fathers instructions        have been so clear
every happiness conceived          planned on placing here
from the beginning   you have designed   what was to come
the implementation and time              taken it to be done

You designed the blueprint    of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus     and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve      everlasting days
who will rule the nations         teach them all your ways

As sure as a refiners fire       separates the gold
a razors edge      on the sword of truth       foretold
the forger of the weapon        the right-hand of God
until his governors      in his footsteps   fully trod

From the heavens   true justice          will descend
incorruptible            who mankind's   tyranny    will end
will remove all oppression   and little ones  defend
of its loving-kindness   and mercy            can everyone depend

Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death           you have been given choice
installation of its kings     is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus    expressed intentions very clear

No child will ever hunger           in this place
every physical infirmity   and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning       with joy replaced
and even death itself            has been erased

These promises      God has through  Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have        his servants     ever waited
where happiness and bliss          lives in every home
the original design        that exalts this throne

Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic ,       crowning of your King
through him and his companions   praise on earth  will ring
of its exaltation            those who love him sing

sources
 
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah  9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 ,   65:17-25
 Zec 9:9-17  Gospel parables of the Kingdom
 Rev.17-21

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Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Dreams I Translation of Etiemble s poem Reves I by T Wignesan

The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, pp. 123-126.)

Yet He, who contemplated his incandescent world
and the sterile streaming
of the lava,
drunk with the swirling of the primal incense
dreamed on…

His shape, during that period, took on all forms
ten thousand beings milling in him, inexistants;
the amoebas mixed with gigantosaurs
awaiting the hour
of the amoebagigantosaurs.

How you were divine, God, before the Creation
of your own non-being,
before your sacrifice, your suicide,
how divinely monstrous:
I see you such as I was you in your entrails
all the bodies of all the fishes in all the seas in all ponds,
blossoming on greenish scales of mackerels, the fins
shining on roaches
						and red fish,
in all the wings in all the albatrosses feathery
						in all the skies,
		the wings of all the chicken,
walking on the thousand feet of all the scolopenders
on the four hairy columns of mammoths,
				of rough rhinoceroses
on the four legs of lambs
on the two feet of all pterodactyls
             					of all ducks,
of all humans,
on the rings of all the earthworms.
Your voice which charms deaf rocks more
			than songs of future sirens
sometimes raucously roared;
your caresses bill-cooing turtle-doves
trumpeting strident
when your ten thouand mouths opened.

Therefore,
hermophrodite inseminated by its universal sperm
the Being
bearing plants and beasts, all
and the woman whose womb as yet to be formed
dreamed in this way:

The scintillating effervescence of granite, of basalts, 
                                                          of diamonds
freeze into position thus:
Mountains of rock, organs of Titan, cristals of fire.
Collapsing clouds, rapid cataracts
tumble down abrupt stony walls.
The earth swells valleys
mother earth made pregnant by ferns of great shadows.
Ocean rivers sweep along continents
open into flanks of mountains’ heroic holes
pour a freshness of love on thirsty roots…
the first pollen grain pollutes the first pistil.
The first flesh dazzled by the light
sketches the quiverings of joy that will be.
Two lives lie in the wet clay
two lives
ten thousand lives.

The eye – without becoming the enormous dreamer –
closes over this total image of its death
sees the saurian ichthyophages
horned beaks with sharp teeth
shivery mammoths
all the theory of winged horses
winged men
men without wings
Me
And I, on this earth where I was dropped by mistake
									In your dream
however much I raised my eyes higher than the clouds,
however much I scrutinised the celestial transparence
however much I could recall the person who in your 
                                   entrails I was as you
no more do I see your face in its ten thousand true 
                                                                 Facets,
nothing more do I hear 
the rustling of so many snowy and metallic scales over
						so many feathers.

Nothing
nothing more…

“No! No! Not this reckless Golgotha!
God! You are mistaken.
God! I surrender myself (only) to you yourself.”
But the winds wailed with the wolves
“Tough luck!”

“Just as well!”
At last my egoism refuses to accept the cross the spear
		                                      and the sponge
with the venom
Why then every evening the same stars
entice themselves into the self-same ponds?
Stars, make yourselves scarce!
I know all about you and your promenades.
Too docile, horses offer their jaw bits on flanks where
				spurs caress the necks.
Water which flows so miraculously so fastidiously servile:
seas part themselves,
alcarazas freeze lips. 
Every night when fatigue overcomes me with sleep
the sun
retracts its golden claws in order not to derange my 
                                                                  sleep.
Drunk with power
like a Ceasar like a Nero like a Caligula
I make myself small
“O! such as I was you in your entrails
allow me the remembrance and the regret.”

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


Long poem by Scott Bronner | Details |

Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.


Long poem by Lyric Man | Details |

VOLCANO

Yo, Guys, 
Check it out!

Volcanoes blow, 
some fast... some slow

All right stop, 
hear me out and listen
Mountain outta nothing, 
Mother Nature's invention
Deep within the earth, 
pressure grows tightly
The molten lava flows, 
daily and nightly
Looking to escape, 
gotta find a place to go
An unexpected pop, 
or a never ceasing flow
Incinerating path, 
or a bursting burning vandal 
Spewing rock and gas, 
or a deadly dripping candle

Composite volcano, 
erie calm then cataclysmic boom
Pyroclastic chaos, 
a deadly poisonous mushroom
Deadly fiery mass, 
a leaping rock lava melody
Spreading ash for miles, 
a majestic tragedy
When the mountain ignites, 
betta get out of her way
In a matter of moments, 
she'll make night outta day
Composite volcano, 
Yo.. study and try to solve it
A spontaneous temper tantrum, 
no way to resolve it

Volcanic explosive debris, 
andesite and dacite rock
Goes off when she wants, 
oh no.. not set to your clock
Mayon Volcano Philippines, 
and Mount Fuji in Japan
Part of the "Rim of Fire", 
that still amazes modern man
The majesty of Mount Rainer, 
lies in Washington state
Pillar into the sky, 
jaw dropping she's so great 
Conical rough hued mountain, 
so steep at the vent
A composite volcano, 
BAM.. an explosive event!

Cinder cone volcano, 
gets its name from falling ash
What goes up in smoke, 
comes down in smoldering crash
Steep slopes like a Composite, 
but its flat at the top
Much smaller than a Shield, 
less deadly in its fiery pop
But what's truly outstanding, 
how quick this mount can grow
In 9 years from that 43' cornfield, 
the magnificent Paricutin in Mexico
There's the Sunset Crater in Arizona, 
Lava Butte in Oregon
These treasures known for beauty, 
and much less for brawn

Shield volcano, 
incredibly powerful without jumping
Mountain continually grows, 
as liquid fire keeps pumping 
Heat beyond belief, boiling river.. 
there's no mistaking
Takes out everything in its path, 
no lying, I'm not faking
Slow dancing combustion, 
that forms layers of smooth rock
A night and day red rumble, 
a never ceasing tick tock  
She's a five degree angle, 
of two thousand degree basalt 
Her flow over many miles, 
a deadly unrelenting assault 

Magma from the mantle burns, 
a hole in lithospheric plate
A flaming searing inferno, 
a blazing scorching lake
Mauna Loa and Kilauea, 
spatter ramparts curtains of fire
These are Hawaii's highest peaks, 
and tourist great desire.
But the tallest of all, 
on the Red Planet ya see its scars
Higher than three Mount Everest, 
Olympus Mons of Mars
She once was a warrior in battle, 
unceasing and aglow
Advancing and defeating, 
the most massive shield volcano!

But ya can't talk volcanos, 
leave Mount Saint Helen's off da map
Wouldn't be good science, 
no rhyme to reason in dat info rap
She was the most notorious catastrophic eruption, 
May 18, 1980
A massive debris avalanche, 
was triggered by this angry lady 
The most destructive in US history,
"Teach" remembers that day
When it "snowed" ash across America, 
in the middle of May.

Sponsor: Jared Pickett
Contest Name: Collaboration 



Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

MASTER CRAFTSMAN

     Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
     it's vastness among all his compositions
   they flow like an aria from many instruments
         you are excellent , oh my beloved
  your handiwork threads all that surrounds me
                the displays of your gifts
                      are bountiful
      our rooms are overflowing and the table
                         laden
       with every good and perfect present
all completed by the workmanship of your hands
        your visions perceive the finality
   before even the crafting of it has begun
        amply actualized by the fertility
              of your own mind
         your occupations are productive
        as the lathes of heaven they turn
         upon the axis of your thoughts
          formulation upon formulation
            their energies inexorable
      the molding painting weaving casting
         carving shaping and engraving
        of the objects to be constructed
          the movements of your mind
        stretches into the grand designs
             the substance of wealth
       and nothing that does not delight
                     is missing
     Your furnishings occupy the expanses
             the depth of your artistry
                      is masterful
           the pressure of your furnaces
          mold our gems and ornaments
         whose color radiates their clarity
                 the vaults are well lit
  each rooms lighted chandeliers are suspended
                  in their canopies
   each room sprayed abundantly with blooms
         their fragrances permeate my soul
       our curtains a covering in every shade
              surrounding our homes 
   you have carpeted its surfaces with a mosaic
        of brilliant treasures and whose form
             is harmonious and pleasing
           here every beautiful creature 
             play among their pillars 
     you have chiseled out the high ranges
         the carvings of many sculptures
  their dominion overshadows the landscapes
    with an awl you split open the rock face
      and release the mantles of the deep
         where the water courses rush
      to the well watered resting places
      you churn the soil until it is fertile
        and the tender sprouts spread
              like legions of armies
every touch by you is nourishing and flourishes
             those whom you apprentice
                are bound to the ways
                     of the Master
         where creativity has no boundaries
                 and every field is full
                  of life's expressions
         Your instructions are in precision
        and your skills you effectively teach
          your productions are exquisite
             your activity is ceaseless
         as the burning energy of a Son

Genesis 1  Proverbs 8  John 1:1-18 Colossians 1:16 

    COPYRIGHT © 2015 C Michael Miller
            Poetry of Providence


Long poem by Robert Lindley | Details |

The Tumid River of Acheron -The Journey Part One-Revised

The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) Part One-Revised

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of insane!
Echoes of  Eperius in the West,
shadow realm wherein evil never rests.

Black ship of Kharon eternally sail
into the sunless land of a dark hell.
Land of those lost , family and dear friend
exists for all wicked women and men!
Black abyss where Apollo never walks,
lost souls ripped apart by screeching hawks.

Forever filled and by rowboat conveyed
miserable, crying souls are relayed.
Crossing the tarn of Acheron then,
cursing future torments for all lost men.
Seething waters that ever separate,
those so damn lost to future tortured Fate.

Father of evil waters from which sprang,
the river Styx of which man's curses rang.
Flowing stream holding back evil so foul, 
where agonizing spirits scream and howl.
Acheron, seething lake of scorching heat
where demons slash into the souls they eat!

Delivered shadows fall onto prayers cast,
vanity briefly soothes, forever lasts.
Prayers sinking quickly like river cast stones,
dreams forming into ghastly skin and bones!
Waters that wrap around Haides evil realm
with Daimon, evil dark Lord at the helm.

Gushing forth from solid bowels of rock,
rushing blackened waters rising to shock.
Upon its moving mass of wretched stink
poison lethal no mortal man may drink.
Kharon, the ferryman stands at the oars
delivering the lost upon dark shores.

Far below the  Mariandyni coast,
Acheron ferries victims to its host.
Loaded within spirits of cries and moans
Kharon laughs at all the misery groans!
Set upon southern shore of the black sea
in sun's light never again will they be.

Many dark tales of Acheron's fame,
fallen victims weeping in sin and shame.
Moans rising as dark waters deliver
the wretched lost to painfully quiver.
In this dark abhorrent , torturing Hell
lost souls living in lustful sin had fell.

Robert J. Lindley, (revised) - 04-10-2015

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Note:  This is part one. The journey into HAIDES 
by way of crossing the Styx. The river Styx is 
actually an off shoot of Acheron that splits into
the Styx and the Cocytus. 

Part two now has two lines written. It will be titled ,
Haides and Tormented Souls (the Dwelling).. 
I have no preset limit to the second part, may be 
longer or shorter. I suspect it will be even longer.
I hope the readers enjoy this write. I wanted to do 
something dark and move away from all my love, romance 
and Nature writes. A bit of variety to stir my 
imagination...


Long poem by Therese Bacha | Details |

Earth Fire Water Wind

                      A Journey With The Wind.

I had a dream that felt greater than reality, lost on earth
wearing a gown bare feet bleeding leaving behind traces 
for my sons to find me.

My hand was begging reaching out suddenly, a feeling 
I held the wind, yes the wind in the palm of my hand a friend, 
to join me through that journey toward the ocean, knowing it 
will soon fly away, who can hold the wind and make it belong, 
I did.

Wind Oh wind, meet my sons, whisper my name they are the 
ones who care, they will rescue me even blind folded, they will 
smell my bodies odor and sense where I am. 

Oh wind, you are the only one here on this earth I feel your presence, 
fly away now carry a tear place it on their cushion and deliver my 
message to them, I will wait even forever, bring them back to me.

My friend my wind, search for them, find them knock, on their window 
If they are sleeping they will wake up & run towards me follow my blood 
trail find their way to carry me softly & cure my scars wipe away my
tears & fear of drowning alone at the shore.

Suddenly the light faded darkness took over covering the brightness 
away I pledged, mother nature I am not yet ready, sun do not burn 
and light a fire, Oh sun where are you , don't leave me alone, I started humming my babies melody to be heard 
and come to my rescue.

Deprived to see them in the morn for years, deprived to look in their 
eyes, deprived to eat with them, drink with them, deprived to smell their 
perfume, destiny was against me due to the war in our country, for 
years they were always flying away around this earth, to settle.

I felt cold shivering, suddenly the warmth of my children's breath 
around gave me the strength I needed, Wind! my friend! you 
found them and carried them across the ocean,Oh, the look into 
each others eyes cannot be describe, for the first time I felt they 
were real we fixed for seconds but a whole book can be created 
through the emotions and communications that occurred during 
those precious moments, 
a language of its own.

The echoing of their voices was heard, what can we say mum except 
we love you for being there when we needed you,we love you because 
of who you are, we love you because you care, we love you for not sinking 
during our absence because we needed you on the shore, together listen
to nature`s beauty, birds twittering, fish whispering, 
waves dancing & splashing.

We love you because you find life in everything you touch, and if not, 
you blow life into everything, we love you, your breath has kept 
us alive, your breath is as strong as the wind that carried us to you. 
Come on mum, it was a long journey with the wind on this earth 
for all of us, lets go home, together. 


 Contest,Earth Fire Water Wind for Debbie Guzzi   (WIN Honorable Mention) Therese Bacha
26/4/2013                                                           



Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details |

PROVISIONS

Earth         was a perfumed garden
residing in a single                    galaxy
          beauteous fair among the planeted channels
so blooms its presence           which has given birth       to me
lighted reflections among the waterfalls
      succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar 
            or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds
there enticed my heart
        to the park of natures nursery 
               where the trails are laden
with baby's breath and blueberries              myrtle
juniper  , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles
we have steeped peppermint , currant         and sassafras for tea
with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake
turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage                among our spices
dried plantain , maiden hair and olives
                 have graced our tables
    mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal
tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts
unrivaled in all her bounties
provisions made for                  every delight
      energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges
         meadows , valleys , islands , and seas
so complete her resources
       that we can find nothing that delights
                 lacking in her                                   but we ourselves
 
 
how quickly man has replaced
        her cotillion of species
with cement and a                  flat screen
         where empire means empty
                 and shaped steel means plenty
and the dance of dominion
         is the desolation of what supports our lives
shackles , chains , slavery , prison
         to a shallow society of souls surrendered
 to the immolation of creation 
          the arsenal of greed and pride
                 which has bound the herd
upon the precipice of suicide
where swiftly the poison of property
has dashed and crushed life
upon the rocks where nothing can grow
                                the slow death of humanity
          drowning in his own debris
           our luxury someone else's slavery
the 10 year old who is hungry
and climbs into a pit for what we consider
                 less than nothing
                 mining our riches
we decry poverty and bondage
but sight unseen              does not make us clean
where sensory masturbation is the
                                         addiction of the masses
all that is left for the " lower classes "
 
 
I'll not give you this
if you haven't looked around
you are considered      " remiss "
the 99 percent are still richer than 
                           two thirds of the rest of humanity
your baby sitter is no longer "black and white"
but unfettered violence of every type
                     when the store is empty
          where will you turn  ?? 
 
Matt 24:3-14
IITim 3:1-5   Apocalypse 11:15-19 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

WHO AM I


Who am I?
This is a question that unable, I am, a
Definite answer, straightforward to give
For
Buried myself I find, under layers upon layers of 
Beliefs and prejudices that centuries past, have 
Deposed upon my helpless and unwilling soul!

Who am I?  

Before a reply, to the posed question, I attempt to give,
First, I have to strip off myself of the garments that
History, religion and culture have dressed me with, so
As the real me to appear: 
The kernel of truth that nature has intended me to be 
Thus 
Nude I will be facing the world with 
No nationality,
Free from any religious beliefs,
Liberated from history and its past crimes 
And so
Naked, untarnished and pure, ready I would be to 
Judge things, once more, with open mind and in that way 
My own and true identity to find: 
The “I” with no adjectives, whatsoever

Having no name this time, I ask the question again:

Who am I?

Am I the Chaos or am I the Cosmos?
Am I the Division or am I the Union?
Am I the Hate or am I the Love?
Am I the Folly or am I the reason?
Am I the Good or am I the Evil?

Whoever I am, I’m all of the above: 
The Chaos and the Cosmos
The Division and the Union
The Hate and the Love
The Folly and the Reason
The Good and the Evil and
Every conceivable opposing force in the 
Universe that exists

For

Creation impossible would be without this 
Endless war of opposing forces:
Of life and death
Of cold and hot
Of arid and humid
Of light and darkness  
Because 
The laws that govern the macrocosm are
The same laws that govern the microcosm
So 
As the relentless war in the universe never ceases 
In the same way, the war within us, unending is. 

Who am I?

The answer perhaps is that I am the one who is called upon 
A sense out this Cosmos to make for I am the key with which 
The mystery of life will be unlocked,

The one to understand that the necessity of the opposing forces is
Paramount and nothing can exist without its opposite,

The one that has to realize that he is never pure evil or pure good
But good to the degree of his understanding and evil to the degree of
His ignorance, 
 
The one who has to grow to the point as to recognize the fact that 
He has to copy the harmonious universal order of things and adapt it in his
Society and within himself for to live in harmony and finally,

I am the one that will eternally struggle to comprehend who he is, where he is,
What he is and the reason of his existence in order to understand the Cosmic 
Order and live according to its demands,
 
Therefore, my friends, my question lingers:

WHO AM I? 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  12 NOVEMBER 2014


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